I am a primitive

"Dangdangdang!"

The block of iron, which is difficult to shake with a wooden hammer, quickly changed its shape under the iron ax made of the same kind, and its efficiency improved a lot.

After the piece of iron was returned to the furnace, the elder brother who had been watching for a long time took the ax from Hei Wa's hand.

He held it in his hand and watched it carefully for a while, and after consulting Han Cheng's opinion, he slammed down on a stone weighing no less than ten catties.

In just one click, this solid stone broke into several pieces!

The eldest brother stared blankly at the torn stone, unable to believe that it was caused by himself.

Just now, he was afraid that the ax would break, so he didn't use a lot of strength all at once.

In his prediction, the stone would have to be hit a few more times at least, and he would have to use a lot of force to break it. In the end, it only took one click, and the stone cracked unexpectedly!

The onlookers around were also a little dazed. From the previous forging iron, they had already seen that iron was harder than stone, and thought that would be great. They did not expect that hitting the stone directly with iron would actually have a stronger effect!

The hardest stone in their impression has no ability to resist in front of the iron axe!

The elder brother didn't seem to use much strength, the stone cracked lightly.

People can't help but wonder whether this is still a stone.

"Look at the axe!"

Someone recovered from the shock and sounded a reminder.

The rest of the people also turned their gazes to the ax with the blade facing upwards.

The eldest brother was reminded, and then he remembered about the axe, and quickly turned the ax over.

There are some white marks on the back of the square-shaped axe.

The senior brother wiped it with his finger, and these white marks disappeared.

This is the sticky stone foam.

After the stone foam was wiped off, the entire ax looked intact.

"Hi~!"

Looking at the intact axe, someone started to gasp.

This utensil made of iron is so terrifying!

Wu took the ax from the elder brother's hand, his hands trembling a little.

"Son of God..."

He looked at Han Cheng, then at the gravel on the ground, and raised the ax in his hand, looking very surprised.

"Witch, smash it."

Seeing everyone's astonishment, Han Cheng was very pleased. He smiled at Wu, then pointed to another stone not far away, and said to Wu.

"Smash?"

Wu was a little moved, but also a little hesitant.

"Well, smash!"

Han Cheng nodded vigorously and smiled at Wu Dao.

Encouraged by Han Cheng again, Wu stood up excitedly, took the ax to the stone, shook the ax with both hands, and then smashed it down.

Except when offering sacrifices and beating rabbits, witches seldom have such high-spirited and domineering moments.

"when!"

The ax hit the stone, bounced up, and then fell again.

"when!"

Another ax fell, and the stone couldn't bear the blow of the axe, and it cracked into several pieces.

The already shocked people in the Qingque tribe became even more shocked.

It's unbelievable that a witch who is so old and doesn't rely on strength can use this ax to easily knock stones open!

The fire continued to burn, and the sound of blacksmithing was heard intermittently in the Qingque tribe. The people who worked in the tribe seemed a little absent-minded, and would look at the iron stove from time to time.

The iron ax has refreshed everyone's concept, making everyone look forward to the appearance of new iron tools.

"Chichi~"

"Chichi~"

A fine and somewhat soft stone was placed on the ground, and one end was supported by a stone about three or four centimeters thick.

Han Cheng squatted on the ground, holding a piece of iron about ten centimeters long and four centimeters wide, one side thick and the other thin, in his hand, grinding it up and down on the stone.

As he moved, something black remained on the delicate stone, which was worn iron.

This kind of delicate and soft stone is most suitable for sharpening knives. It is not easy to grind the blade, and there will be no gaps on the blade.

After grinding for a while, Han Cheng scooped up some water from the pottery basin on one side, poured it on the whetstone, and continued to grind.

The water washes away the stone powder that has been ground away, increasing the friction and grinding faster.

After grinding like this for a while, Han Cheng picked up the long iron piece that could barely be called a knife in his hand, and scratched tentatively on the sharpened edge with his fingers to test whether it was sharp or not.

The sharply polished edge lightly slid across the fingers, without the feeling of wanting to cut in. This iron-like killing knife has not been sharpened enough and needs to be sharpened further.

But it is already sharper than a bone knife.

Without electric equipment such as a grinder, it is really not easy to sharpen an iron knife.

After sharpening for a while, Han Cheng looked at the still relatively thick blade, and suddenly remembered the old woman who ground the iron rod into a needle and taught Li Dashixian very well.

In his own tribe, if someone is so prodigal and grinds a big iron rod into a needle, Han Cheng will definitely beat her up himself.

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"Wu, don't move, cut off your hands."

When Han Cheng saw that Wu wanted to imitate him and put his finger on the edge of the blade, he hurriedly stopped him.

In the later generations, he mowed a lot of grass. At the beginning, he asked adults to sharpen the sickle, and later he began to sharpen it himself. He was able to grasp the speed of testing the sharpness by hand.